is this the end of all the endings?
As Kaisel drives into her, her entire body bows with it, the sudden stretch an exhale dragged straight from her soul. His hand clamps over her shoulder, anchoring her to the moment with the kind of force that ensures there's no distance left to cross between them, no edge untouched, no part of her spared. She has never wanted to escape this feeling—gods, she would drown in it if he let her—but the fullness of him all at once, the way he fills every trembling space inside her with one deep, claiming thrust, carves a pleasure so sharp and so perfect it nearly undoes her. It ripples through her like the shudder of something tidal, cresting and breaking all in the same breath, and the sound that spills from her throat is his name, again and again, fractured by need and reshaped each time by want.
Her back arches against the tile as his hips draw away, the loss a momentary torment that makes her pulse flutter and limbs quake, and when he slides back into her—slow, deliberate, as if he means to brand his shape into her soul—her voice catches in a whimper that holds everything: the desperation, the reverence, the helpless, holy ache of being his. It is a prayer and an answer all at once, soft and cracking at the seams, his name transformed into something rawer, something nearer to surrender; "Kai—"
His grip adjusts, broad hands shifting beneath her thighs, and as he sets a rhythm that rocks her fully against the tiles, she twists instinctively. One leg extends, bracing her foot flat against the far wall of the shower, every muscle tightening with the effort to meet him, to take him deeper, to let him wreck her without ever once letting go. Water cascades over her body and splashes between them, but none of it cools the heat blooming between her hips, the heat that pulses with every grind of his pelvis against hers, with every thick drag of him within her.
She breathes his name again, voice catching on a moan so sweetly wrecked it barely survives the sound, and then she gasps a single word between clenched teeth—fuck—but even that feels too small for the pleasure he’s unravelling in her. Every nerve sparks beneath her skin like struck flint, alight with sensation, every inch of her thrumming with the exquisite devastation of being wanted like this. He makes her feel like lightning caught in a body, like beauty built for ruin, and ruin built for pleasure. There is no world outside this. Only the thunder of their bodies colliding, the storm beneath her skin, and the way he makes every part of her feel like it was meant to be his.
Her back arches against the tile as his hips draw away, the loss a momentary torment that makes her pulse flutter and limbs quake, and when he slides back into her—slow, deliberate, as if he means to brand his shape into her soul—her voice catches in a whimper that holds everything: the desperation, the reverence, the helpless, holy ache of being his. It is a prayer and an answer all at once, soft and cracking at the seams, his name transformed into something rawer, something nearer to surrender; "Kai—"
His grip adjusts, broad hands shifting beneath her thighs, and as he sets a rhythm that rocks her fully against the tiles, she twists instinctively. One leg extends, bracing her foot flat against the far wall of the shower, every muscle tightening with the effort to meet him, to take him deeper, to let him wreck her without ever once letting go. Water cascades over her body and splashes between them, but none of it cools the heat blooming between her hips, the heat that pulses with every grind of his pelvis against hers, with every thick drag of him within her.
She breathes his name again, voice catching on a moan so sweetly wrecked it barely survives the sound, and then she gasps a single word between clenched teeth—fuck—but even that feels too small for the pleasure he’s unravelling in her. Every nerve sparks beneath her skin like struck flint, alight with sensation, every inch of her thrumming with the exquisite devastation of being wanted like this. He makes her feel like lightning caught in a body, like beauty built for ruin, and ruin built for pleasure. There is no world outside this. Only the thunder of their bodies colliding, the storm beneath her skin, and the way he makes every part of her feel like it was meant to be his.
my broken bones are mending
